Ren Yamashiro Novels & Stories

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

But he smiled softly, as always. - Thank you, sir, - she thanked him, and the Japanese drove the car further down the road. “Ah… what are you doing here?” I thought you left. "Oh no, I love these parts," Yamamoto said, gripping the steering wheel in his small fingers. “I have a house here, in the middle of the forest. Living in the wild is wonderful. Sammy barely thought, so she just nodded. Weakness set in, and she struggled to stay awake, relaxing in the easy chair of the car.

It wasn't even a pleasant greeting but he made her heart flutter. Olivia stared at the man, her anxiety died down. Olivia knew she trusted him, his words, his actions, everything thus far. Amon was the first who managed to come to a place where no one else came to, and so, she will patiently wait for his reasons. "I am called Amon of Yyir, pleasure to meet your Highness, Princess Olivia of Estel--"

The frantic neon light of the main street was reduced to a faint, orange glow that filtered through the thick web of overhead power cables, casting long, spider-like shadows across the wet cobblestones. At the far end of the alley, sitting on a wooden milk crate outside a tiny, shuttered ramen shop, was Ren Tanaka. He was a young man in his late twenties, his short black hair shaved close at the sides, his face marked by a long, clean scar that ran from his left temple down to his jawline. He wore a dark, oversized nylon bomber jacket and heavy boots, looking like a typical Shinjuku street youth, but his eyes were a startling, brilliant amber gold that marked him as a purebred Alpha of the n

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

"Now then, shall we get down to business? Hisao-sama." He nods his head as so we talk about the agreements and successfully strike a deal. It was dinner time and they prepared us a kimono to wear. Well, that was pretty considerate. They even help up in wearing it. We go to the dining hall where the food was already prepared and Hisao along with his wife Iwamoto Kiyoko. She was very elegant and graceful like a peony flower. Her black hair along with her white kimono was amazingly dazzling. I seat next to Hisao as we talk and drink. There is also a performance from an instrument called shamisen that was played with girls called geisha.

Elijah blinked, turning the screen to me. It was still open to the picture of her wearing a red kimono worn in a way that showcased her large breasts, and the way she was sitting, her left leg was exposed up to about mid-thigh. “Yep. That’s Granny Yūri in her prime.” I waggled my eyebrows. “So our Riko gets her sex appeal from her.” he nodded.

But I immediately stop as I see Tamarra, Toni’s wife who is cleaning her porch. “Great.” I mutter under my breath. I love Tomarra, she is like my best friend but right now, it’s not the moment. How can I tell her that I’m going to the Citadel because Eren turned twenty-five today? “Ola tati Tamarra.” Eren begins to wave at her. “Ola little Eren.” Tamarra waves back, a wide smile on her face. “Where are you going?” She asks, tying her red hair into a messy bun.

(Italian Translation: Uncle) "Alessandro, good to see you!" A woman peered through the door with a baby in her arms which I assumed to be Lynn and Sienna. Lynn was absolutely gorgeous. She had brown hair with blonde highlights, and her skin was flawless damn, this family has a good genes. "And you must be Cassandra She turns to face me and her face has a wide loving smile. "I would hug you but I have a grumpy little girl in my arms". "It's nice to meet you Lynn," I said, and I could see Enzo staring at me from the corner of my eye.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.